My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 161: Dream of Him

"Raelynn."

She stirred slightly, groggily shifting on the couch.

"Raelynn."

The voice was deeper this time, warm and familiar. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking in confusion.

"Elion?" she mumbled, still half-asleep. She felt an odd sensation—lightness. The couch beneath her no longer felt as firm, and when she shifted, she realized she wasn't on it anymore. Instead, she was wrapped in warmth, her head resting against something solid and comforting.

She tilted her head up, and there he was. Elion. Holding her in his arms as he walked down the halls of the mansion.

Her drowsy mind took a moment to catch up. "Wait… why—why are you carrying me?"

"You fell asleep in the library," he replied simply, his voice smooth as ever. "I figured you'd be more comfortable in bed."

Raelynn blinked again, still half in a daze. She looked around, realizing they were indeed heading toward her bedroom. The dim glow of the mansion's lamps cast soft shadows on Elion's face, highlighting his sharp jawline and the slight curve of his lips. He looked… calm. Unbothered. As if carrying her like this was the most natural thing in the world.

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She swallowed, suddenly aware of how close they were. "Oh… You're home early," she noted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Elion's lips twitched into the smallest smile. "For you, I am."

Her heart stuttered in her chest. A warm, unfamiliar feeling bloomed inside her, catching her completely off guard.

"…Liar," she muttered, looking away.

It's been three days.

Three days since he had walked away. And now here he was, acting like nothing had happened.

Raelynn pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to call him out on it. Did he seriously just decide to disappear and then show up with that same unreadable expression, as if everything was normal?

Not that he owed her anything. It wasn't like he had a responsibility to be around her. But still…

She had tried to find him over the past few days, her curiosity gnawing at her. Every time she asked Hera, the woman would just smile knowingly and say, "It's no use. He's not here." And of course, she was right. No matter where Raelynn looked, she never even caught a glimpse of Elion.

Yet now, when she had finally given up, he showed up as if he'd never been gone.

She clenched her hands into fists, forcing herself to stay calm. She wouldn't ask. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she had even noticed his absence.

Elion chuckled softly, a deep sound that sent a strange flutter through her stomach. He didn't respond, only tightening his grip slightly as he stepped into her bedroom. Gently, he placed her onto the bed, his movements careful and precise. Raelynn looked up at him as he pulled the blanket over her, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, before she could say anything else, Elion suddenly vanished.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Wha—"

And just like that, Raelynn jolted awake.

She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. The dim glow of the library lamps surrounded her, the book she had been holding slipping from her lap onto the couch.

Raelynn blinked, her breath still uneven as she tried to shake off the remnants of the dream.

She wasn't in her room.

It was… a dream.

She blinked rapidly, still trying to process what had just happened. Her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of her dress as she inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the lingering warmth of his touch.

A dream. It had only been a dream.

She let out a small, breathy laugh at herself, shaking her head. "I must be losing my mind," she muttered under her breath, rubbing her temple.

Yet, despite knowing it wasn't real, the hollow feeling in her chest remained.